Confusions And Lost Traditions - Poem by Ian Tronco
a world of familiar faces,
like a look back at childhood days,
yearning for lost traditions.
that has never left my eye,
reflects the world as it passes by,
It’s all confusion.
that has long cycled by,
his laughter still remains,
no barriers or partitions.
that seems to fit the picture,
like the last piece of a puzzle,
a mystical potent potion.
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